jab life ho out of control
hotho ko karke gol
hotho ko karke gol
siti bajaake bol
jab life ho out of control
hotho ko karke gol
hotho ko karke gol
siti bajaake bol
aal izz well

murgi kya jaane ande
ka kya hoga
are life milegi ya
tave pe fry hoga
koyi na jane apna
future kya hoga
hoth ghuma siti baja
siti bajake bol
bhaiya aal izz well
are bhaiya aal izz well
are chachu aal izz well
are bhaiya aal izz well

confusion hi confusion hai
solution kuchh pata nahi
solution jo mile to sala
question kya tha pata nahi
dil jo tere baat baat pe ghabraaye
dil pe rakh ke hath
use tu fusala le
dil idiot hai pyar se
usko samjha le
hoth ghuma siti baja
siti bajake bol
bhaiya aal izz well
are bhaiya aal izz well
are chachu aal izz well
are bhaiya aal izz well

scholarship ki pi gaya daaru
gam toh phir bhi mita nahi
agar battiya raakh ho gayi
god toh phir bhi dikha nahi
bakara kya jaane uski
jaan ka kya hoga
seekh ghusegi ya saala kima hoga
koyi na jaane apna future kya hoga
toh hoth ghuma siti baja
siti bajaake bol
bhaiya aal izz well
are bhaiya aal izz well
are chachu aal izz well
are bhaiya aal izz well

jab life ho out of control
hotho ko karke gol
hotho ko karke gol
siti bajake bol
aal izz well
murgi ka jaane ande ka
kya hoga kya hoga
are life milegi ya
tave pe fry hoga ho ho ho
koyi na jaane apna
future kya hoga kya hoga
hoth ghuma siti baja
siti bajaake bol
bhaiya aal izz well
are murgi aal izz well
are bakare aal izz well
are bhaiya aal izz well
na na na na na na na na na na
are bhaiya aal izz well
are bhaiya aal izz well

When life spins from its tether,
Shape your lips, a whistling feather,
And let the song escape your soul,
When life spins from its tether,
Shape your lips, a whistling feather,
And let the song escape your soul:
All is well.

Does the hen know the egg's fate?
Will life bloom, or frying plate?
No one knows what future holds,
Swirl your lips, the whistle unfolds,
Brother, all is well.
Oh brother, all is well,
Oh uncle, all is well,
Oh brother, all is well.

Confusion, a tangled thread,
No solution, left unsaid,
And should the answer come to light,
The question's lost within the night.
When your heart at every turn,
Beats a frantic, fearful burn,
Place your hand upon its core,
And soothe the heart forevermore.
The heart's an idiot, understand,
With love, you must take its hand.
Swirl your lips, the whistle's call,
Brother, all is well.
Oh brother, all is well,
Oh uncle, all is well,
Oh brother, all is well.

Scholarship, a drunken haze,
Grief remains in endless maze,
Incense burns to ash and dust,
Yet God's form is held in trust.
Does the goat know what awaits?
Will the butcher seal its fates?
No one knows what future holds,
So swirl your lips, the whistle unfolds,
Brother, all is well.
Oh brother, all is well.

When life spins from its tether,
Shape your lips, a whistling feather,
Shape your lips, a whistling feather,
And let the song escape your soul:
All is well.
Does the hen know the egg's fate?
Will life bloom, or frying plate?
No one knows what future holds,
Swirl your lips, the whistle unfolds,
Brother, all is well.
Oh hen, all is well,
Oh goat, all is well,
Oh brother, all is well.
No no no no no no no no
Oh brother, all is well,
Oh brother, all is well.